Page 82 of Alpha's Revenge Luna
“Fine,” he mutters, rolling me onto my side so my back is pressed against his chest.His strong arms envelop me, keeping me close, as he carefully sweeps my hair over my neck, baring it to him.
As I hold the phone in my hands, my heart races with anticipation, not only for the brief respite it would give me from my isolation but also for the sensation of Dion feeding on me.
My breath hitches as I feel the sharp prick of his fangs sinking into my skin, and I wince slightly.
I try to focus on the phone screen to distract myself from the pain.Surprisingly, it isn’t as excruciating as last time.It feels like he is holding back this time, just punishing me enough forthe deaths of his pack members but not forcing me to suffer a great deal.
My stomach churns with hunger, making me dizzy and woozy.The lack of food for two days has taken its toll on me.But I can’t let that distract me now; I need to concentrate on picking a movie to watch before Dion changes his mind.
“Ouch,” I mutter under my breath, feeling another jolt of pain as Dion bites me again and continues to draw blood from me.He doesn’t respond, remaining focused on his task.Despite everything, there is a strange sense of intimacy in this moment – one I don’t know how to process.
When Dion finishes feeding, he withdraws his fangs and tucks me against him, wrapping an arm around me possessively.Finally, I find a movie I want to watch and press play, trying to ignore the sensation of Dion’s fangs still embedded in my neck.As the opening scene unfolded, I found myself slowly relaxing into the story, allowing it to sweep me away from my grim reality.I can feel his eyes on the phone screen, watching the movie over my shoulder.I smirk slightly, turning my head just enough to catch his gaze.
“It is rude to look over someone’s shoulder,” I tease, echoing the words he’d spoken to me earlier.For a brief moment, I saw a flicker of amusement in his eyes before his expression hardens once again.
Dion’s eyes narrow, his gaze piercing through me.“It’s my phone, and I’ll take it back if you want to be a brat.”
“Sorry,” I mumble, quickly shaking my head as I return my gaze back to the movie.It is a kids’ documentary about dinosaurs, one that reminds me of my brother and the time we spent watching the same film together when we were younger.
As the movie plays, I find myself getting lost in it.For those brief moments, I forget about the pain, the fear, and the overwhelming loneliness.The tiny screen holds my entire focus, allowing me to enjoy it in its entirety.
However, when the ending credits began to roll, my fingers graze the screen, eager to find another.Just as I beginscrolling through the options, the phone is abruptly snatched from my grasp.
“That’s enough,” Dion growls, his voice cold.“I said only one.You’re still being punished for killing my men.”His words hit me like a slap in the face, the fleeting happiness I’d felt just moments earlier crumbling into dust.
I want to argue, to scream that it isn’t fair and that I don’t deserve this.But the words become lodged in my throat, silenced by the knowledge of what I’ve done and the note on my plate.Swallowing hard, I force my gaze away as he walks across the room to place the phone on charge.
As Dion’s footsteps retreat, I curl into myself, the room’s darkness closing in around me like a suffocating embrace.
Eventually, sleep claims me as I lay in the darkness, my body still aching from the burns and my heart heavy with guilt.The world outside the bedroom walls seems to fade away, leaving only the distant whispers of dreams that brush against my consciousness.
I awake with a gasp, my body jerking as pain flares across my skin.Dion growls low in his throat as he instinctively pulls me closer, trying to comfort me in his own way.But as he does, my burns protest, sticking to the sheets like tendrils of fire, tearing at my flesh.I can’t help but cry out, the sound raw and desperate.
Dion sits up abruptly, flicking on the lamp beside the bed.The pale light illuminating the bloodstained sheets.My pillow, too, is soaked with crimson.
“I’ll get Doc,” Dion says, already moving to rise from the bed.Panic surges within me, and without thinking, I blurt out, “No!”
He pauses, staring down at me, his eyes filled with concern.“You’re bleeding everywhere,” he tells me.
“But you can just heal me,” I whisper, tears welling in my eyes as I meet his gaze.He hesitates, clearly torn between his need to punish me to appease his pack and his desire to ease my pain.Desperation claws at my chest, and I beg, “Please, I won’t tell anyone you healed me; the pack won’t know.”
Dion growls, the sound resonating deep within his chest, and he moves toward the door to get Doc.But then, Dion suddenly stops, his hand shaking as it grips the door handle.
I stare at him, as he seems to struggle with an internal battle, probably with his wolf, torn between the expectations of his pack and the urge to heal me.
With a deep breath, I force a small smile onto my lips.“It’s fine, just get Doc,” I say, sitting up despite the pain that tears through me.
“Maybe he’ll let me have some cream for them or something, or I can just have a bath.”My words sound hollow even to my ears, but I know better than to push Dion further.“I know your pack won’t let you.It’s ok.”
As I move to stand, preparing to run myself a bath to try and ease the stinging sensation that consumes my every thought, Dion suddenly turns around.Fury etched on his face.He stalks toward me with such intensity I can’t help but flinch, raising my hands instinctively to protect myself as he closes the distance between us.
Instead, Dion stops mere inches from me, his eyes burning into mine as he silently wrestles with his inner turmoil.
“I don’t need their permission.You’re my mate.”His words sting, knowing he is okay with denying me and leaving me in agony.
I nod hesitantly, not wanting to anger him further.As I open my mouth to apologize, Dion bites into his wrist, his blood pooling around the fresh wound.He offers it to me, and my hands shake as I look up at him, wondering if this is a trick.He nods toward his wrist, urging me to take it.
“Thank you,” I whisper before pressing my lips to the open wound.As I drink his blood, Dion speaks.“They’ll get over it.I can’t watch you suffer when I can heal you.”
